Strictly speaking,
I’m not seeking
Some great panacea.
The world would be better
Without yet another
Snake oil salesman.
Yet I’m not content
To just make a dent
On my little corner.
I refuse to concede
That our world’s wisdom seed
Holds only finite potential.
The answers are out there,
The market’s laissez-faire,
But can I catch them?
I sense the prospects
Of latent progress,
Though not how to tap it.
When winds of change
Sweep past our plains,
Will I lead the currents?
Probably
Not.
But I’ll give it the old college try anyway.